With a few exceptions, the major TV networks are a torrential sewer of leftwing propaganda and smutty sitcoms. Print and online media are more diversified, but The New York Times has so many certifiables writing for it that I can’t even decide which one to quote. Elsewhere, columnists like the Miami Herald’s Leonard Pitts Jr., spin out nuggets like, “racial animus is an element of tea party ideology, but not its entirety.” Why, thanks for that caveat, Mr. Pitts.
The Washington Post’s Courtland Milloy, after watching the Iowa caucuses on TV back in January, complained bitterly that “nearly everybody was white.” Imagine that shoe on the other foot.
Since I live and work in the Washington area, I’ll narrow this litany of lunacy down to The Washington Post, which rarely disappoints.
Some of the weirdest stuff is on the opinion page, such as the May 26 editorial, “Make us pay more: A higher gasoline tax would be good for the country.” Don’t make me have to explain why that’s not a good idea.
E.J. Dionne Jr.’s June 11 column,“Government is the solution,” turns “Ronald Reagan’s declaration on its head,” and blames “conservatives” for blocking more federal spending that could “heal the economy.” Can someone please send Mr. Dionne to Greece for a few days?
Then there are the “5 Myths About” columns on Sundays. At their best, they correct common misconceptions, but they also serve up howlers.
On May 27, in Stephanie Coontz’s “5 Myths about Marriage,” No. 3 was: “Divorce is harmful for women and children.” Pay no attention to the social wreckage around you, folks. Myth No. 5 was “Married couples are the building blocks of community life.” Perhaps Ms. Coontz might stroll around some urban hellholes where marriage has disappeared. If she survives, she could report on how well everyone is faring.
In “5 Myths about breast-feeding,” on June 3, No. 1 is, “Breast feeding is natural.” Orit Avishai begins the piece in Clintonesque fashion: “It depends on how you define ‘natural.’”
Over in Style, columnist Anna Holmes recounted her joy when a friend confessed to having a “torrid affair with a male colleague for years. …While I tsk-tsked audibly and threw her a disapproving look, inside I cheered. …I felt a perverse sort of triumph in her betrayal, a celebration that [she] was boldly asserting control over her sexual and emotional desires.”